[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 7pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]"my, my. isnt this grand!"
from smiling lips were these words emitted, a sing-song tone retaining a near impossible cheerfulness whilst half-lidded luminaries drifted lazily about the sandy region. he supposed it had been aptly named, this sunclan, white-hot beams bathing his spine in heat, warming his thick violet fur and consequently the flesh beneath. ah! it was wonderful, really - he'd been so accustomed to extremes when speaking of weather, including a pit of flame and anguish or the unrelenting pour from the heavens that never failed to drench his silken tie. yet this was something akin to mortal paradise, rushing water but an afterthought in his mind instead of so pesteringly upfront, a soft scent dancing along the gentle wind. it was so odd, however - in the midst of winter, that is. it did happen that weather was entirely unpredictable, especially out in this quote-on-quote magic land. there were a group amongst the stars, and one on islands held up by nothing discernible. so, all things considered, it was not nearly as much of a surprise to have a bit of warmth in december. global warming, and all. it was plausible. mephisto inclined his ears, the pointed appendages curving forward to accompany the suddenly-determined expression that became the man's face,"yes. this is it. this is the place!" chimed he, gaze drifting up to lock on the umbrella he held above him ( wasnt telekinesis a wonderful thing? ), as if expecting it to retain a portion of his his blatant excitement. if he were being honest, it could be fairly easy to mistake his oddities for the works of a madman; yet, they would not be correct. the demon was all-too aware of his antics, all decisions conscious. if he wanted to speak to his umbrella, he damn well will. it was simple.
his attention turned back towards the territory, dark-rimmed eyes setting out towards the direction in which he knew they would arise from,"merry christmas, sunclan! happy holidays! gesegnete weihnachten! your gift has arrived!" called he, black forepaws tapping the ground in a rhythmic dance of sorts, reeking of excited energy. a glimmer of mischief met those vibrant eyes, grin growing more smug,"its me! isnt that lovely?" he added, tone sounding much more casual than it had before, the hint of laughter hidden within his proper vocals,"i wish to join you. the name is mephisto pheles, it is a pleasure, im sure." no need to mask his name, now.